It’s nearing the end of pepper season, which means pepper runs. The family who owns the winery I work for also own a large farming operation. They’re one of the largest producers of bell peppers in the state, but they also farm spinach, cabbage, broccoli, cilantro, brussel sprouts, zucchini, lettuce, avocados, and lemons. This time of year at the winery, we run our sales reports for our coastal California accounts, choose our best and most highly-esteemed accounts, and bring them “a taste of the harvest.” We take a 6-bottle case-box, which our Single Vineyard wines would normally come in, and fill it with red and green bell peppers, lemons, and avocados. Then we pile our cars full of the boxes, and head out to deliver them. When I say we, I mean Myself and My Sales Manager. Two people, the entire California Coast. Wow.
This week, I covered the central coast, while my sales manager drove down to Los Angeles and San Diego. It’s actually a great break in my regular routine. I get to spiff up a bit, drive around, shmooze, drink a little wine, talk a little wine, and talk peppers.
My car smells like peppers.
Today I covered north county, meaning Atascadero, Templeton, Paso Robles, then over to the coast: Cayucos and Morro Bay. But before I headed over HWY 46, I stopped by the property to see how the new house was coming along. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me. The most recent pictures we have are from about two weeks ago. The first story was all framed out at that time, and it was so amazing to walk from room to room, to look out the window frames and see what the views would be like from each room, to map out the guest bathroom and the wine room, and to wonder where the stairs would go…
I drove down the driveway this afternoon and saw that the second floor had been put down. The house is built down into the hillside, so you walk into the second floor from the driveway. I walked through our front doorway. I walked through our kitchen. I walked into our master bedroom. I watched the clouds moving over the hills and into the valleys our bedroom window overlooks. And I danced… all by myself… on top of our house. I wonder if anyone saw me, but I honestly could not stop myself from boogeying, I was so excited.
Northbound in a few weeks to sprinkle select Bay Area restaurants and wineshops with dozens of boxes of peppers galore, and you can bet I’ll be stopping by the property on my way up… to dance again in our future home. Next time I’ll bring my camera.